Sunday, August 30, 2015


Here the monkeys keep the marbles for themselves : this
is indeed a foreign shore. The cantilevered housewares
of the stay-at-homes are all well-used, but polished and
kept like new. No one has a care, they all remain indoors.
The luscious green of the neighbored trees adds the
nicest touch of comradery to all this being alone. I
haven't a moment to lose either : the ships are in the
harbor, I know they're coming home, these sailors 
with their girlfriends from the distant seas.
whom we must now prepare to entertain.

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